Glancing down, I saw the front of his dirty trainers appear under the bottom of the partition as he shuffled forwards: one foot on either side of my b...ack leather work shoes. Then I felt the rubber-clad head of his cock, warm and blunt, prodding insistently between my buttocks.He seemed desperately impatient: he really needed his dick inside someone.And I was more than willing to provide. Ever the philanthropist: that's me.His approach was anything but sensual: he made no attempt to try and. When he had depleted himself in her and filled her as he promised to, he looked into her dazed and bewildered eyes with a satisfied grin and rolled off her.He stayed with her and cuddled for a moment afterward, but once they'd both cum, the interaction became curiously utilitarian and polite. He directed her towards the bathroom to clean herself up, and once she'd emerged dressed and groomed, he handed her a plain, white envelope on top of it. It felt thick.He walked her to the door, her legs. Its “face” had two enormous eyes, the size of saucers. The six walking legs were making the rhythmic sound. The body was segmented, it was reminiscent of the shape of the ships.The "caterpillar" walked on by him, either ignoring him, or not seeing him. That in itself was a puzzle, but was typical of the enemy. This was going to be really valuable intel, the first pictures of the enemy itself. He debated going back to make sure this intel was uploaded, but decided to push on. He was glad he did,. ‘Oh my God,’ Wanda said, unable to tear her eyes from the sight. ‘I – – I have got to have some of that,’ she said. To the surprise of her friends, she stood and rushed over to Charlene. She dropped to her knees and without ceremony buried her face in her twat, eagerly slurping and sucking at the folds, cramming her tongue up her cunt. At the same time she reached up and wrapped her fingers around Charlene’s meaty shaft, joining her in jerking on her big cock. ‘Ahhhh, yes – – eat me, Wanda – –.